Poems from jake.s.bradley.1
I stagger toward the end
weeping, wailing, fighting.
The end is nigh and I'm not ready.
I so desperately want to go back
But the bane of my...
On a pedestal she lorded
My lowly insufficient life.
Idealized was her everything
And no wrong could she do. No-
She was no queen, nor a...
Graveyard for the living
Is what I saw that day.
Reeked of death and decay.
Gray and dank, each tomb filled
With two or three dead ones....
A bat with a broken wing.
He could not see, nor hardly move.
Useless some say,
As they pass him off. But
Had they seen what I have
They...
Excellence inherent,
We are born with honor.
No, a person shall not
Be lesser than another.
We are all equal in
Greatness. You're a Loman.